According to my companion's report, your perfections were little less than divine.

Her uncouth but copious narratives converted you into an object of worship.
She chiefly dwelt upon your courage, because she herself was deficient in that quality.

You held apparitions and goblins in contempt.

You took no precautions against robbers.

You were just as tranquil and secure in this lonely dwelling, as if you were in the midst of a crowd.